But since waking up yesterday afternoon,
everything had changed.
The lazy afternoon sun penetrated through the half-drawn curtains, casting a serene light on her tranquil face. The words between the pages seemed to leap at the edge of dreams and consciousness, leading her into a long and profound dreamscape.
When she awoke, the sun was slanted, and her body was covered in a faint gold hue as if even time had softened and slowed in that moment.
From that moment on, Jiang Anping felt an unprecedented sense of ease permeate her every inch of skin.
The everyday maladies that plagued her—occasional headaches, tense shoulders and neck, that indescribable fatigue, and the lifelong affliction of a cough—
seemed to dissipate along with the dream.
Her body felt as light as if brushed by the first breeze of spring, every joint and nerve silently cheering, celebrating an inexplicable freedom.
The sensation was so peculiar
